Precognitive Dream with Synchronicity

[IrisRavenstar]

The problem with not having a dream group is that when something interesting happens, there's no place to share it! So, here I am, trying again, as I haven't come across anything else, or even had time to look much, really. I wanted to share and/or discuss this (constructively only, please), not really have it interpreted, as I'm quite sure it was precognitive.

Dream: Blonde with Dutch-Boy Haircut and Glass Structure; June 11, 2009

I dreamed I was with a blonde woman, someone who felt familiar, but I didn't actually recognize, somewhere out in the country. She had her hair cut in what I'd term a Dutch-boy haircut, straight bangs, and cut straight around the bottom, but a little longer than a boy's cut. We were talking about poetry, and she showed me a poem in a book about tea and coffee, which was interesting in the dream, but I forgot it when I woke up. I really liked the poem too, so wished I could remember it. Then she took me to this narrow glass structure, long rectangular, that was open at one end. Even the roof was glass. I thought it looked like a bus stop shelter, as it only had a wooden bench inside, nothing else, but it was on a lawn, almost like a park, with lots of grass and big old shade trees. There was no sidewalk or street in sight. She told me she wanted me to spend the whole day in there. I was feeling a bit shocked that she'd want me to spend the whole day in that little box, and I actually woke up crying momentarily, and confused about why I felt so sad. EOD

After I woke up I thought of my closest childhood friend during my grammar school and Jr. High years. Her name was dutch, and she had blonde hair. Her paternal grandparents actually came from Holland. We were very close, and so were our parents, so we spent a lot of time together. I thought about her a lot that day, but couldn't see anything about her that related to the dream. I also thought of Cinderella's glass coffin as somehow being related, but that didn't make sense either. I had not seen this friend since around 1968, when I lived near my childhood home, and my first child was born. She moved away to another state around that time.

So, then on July 14, I was at Super Stop and Shop, and the car parked in back of me had the word "ASHES" for a vanity plate, which also seemed odd, and some how related to the dream, a true example of synchronicity.

Today, I got up, and had a sudden urge to Google my friend's name, and lo and behold, her FATHER died the same time I had the dream! The first thing I found was the obituary for him (he was 88) and I noted the visiting hours, and I suspect the sadness, my crying, was her feeling his loss, and also worrying about having to sit all evening for the visiting hours, and deal with all the people coming, which must feel like a glass house of sorts, being on display when you're heartbroken. My mother refused to have visiting hours when she died, because it had been so awful for her when my brother died. My friend and her father were always very close. I left a note on the funeral parlors guest book page, and will also send her a card and note after a bit, as I also found out she's moved back into her childhood home, so now I have an address for her! It's less than an hour away, so maybe we could get together, even, after she's had some time to process all this.

I have nothing but good memories of her father... he was a very kind man. He was the president of the local fisherman's cooperative for years, and my dad's fishing boat was docked at his house. My friend and I spent most of our time together for years, really, sleeping over at each other's house, playing board games, going out in my row boat with her motor, gathering scallops, quahogs (clams), and berries to sell for gas and french fries on our excursions. I told her in the note it was a blessed childhood, really. We were lucky!

And boy, was I glad to have the dream explained, though sorry for her loss! Her mother also died a few years ago, which I found out reading the obituary. It really might be interesting to get together and catch up on all these years. I'd actually kind of like to move back to that area at some point, as I love it there. Or at least rent a summer cottage there once in awhile, off season, spring or fall maybe, when it's cheaper.

So... that's my sharing for today.

I'll take a look at a few dreams until Lily wakes up... she's napping, so I can actually type!

Love & Light, Iris

[mwyna]

oh I am so sorry about your friends father Iris.

[IrisRavenstar]

Thanks, Mwyna,

Me too! But, you know, I suspect it was him nudging me to do a search on her this morning! So, I think he's okay where he is! They all are, you know? He was a very nice man, and I first went to church with them, when I was five. My parents weren't into religion at all, and I started going with them, and I was fascinated to the point where my mom was stunned that at age eight, the ONLY thing I asked for for Christmas was a Bible. She got me a nice one too, with a white zippered leather case, and illustrations for children in it. There's a lot of nostalgia and fond memories attached to him and to his daughter, very important part of my childhood.

Well, I'm going to sign off for now... I think Lily might like to get up from her nap, though she's still quiet! It's time for dinner too!

I'll check back soon!

Love & Light, Iris

[IrisRavenstar]

I just realized it was not Cinderella, but Snow White who had the glass coffin. Odd, as my friend's mother's maiden name was that of a wellknown apple variety! As kind as her father was to me, her mother could be rather harsh and hypercritical at times, and I know a lot of my youthful awkwardness was her doing! I guess that was the poisoned apple. Wow... interesting.

I think we saw the original Disney animated versions of those movies together in the theater when they came out!

[karmicresponse]

Dear Iris: Thats a very good dream reality connection. Those departing the earth plane have historically been known to contact the survivors through a very curious set of circumstances such as you have described. Best Regards

[Wolfjk]

Originally Posted by IrisRavenstar

I just realized it was not Cinderella, but Snow White who had the glass coffin. Odd, as my friend's mother's maiden name was that of a wellknown apple variety! As kind as her father was to me, her mother could be rather harsh and hypercritical at times, and I know a lot of my youthful awkwardness was her doing! I guess that was the poisoned apple. Wow... interesting.

I think we saw the original Disney animated versions of those movies together in the theater when they came out!

Hi,

Odd, as my friend's mother's maiden name was that of a wellknown apple variety!

Granny Smith?
Cheers Wolfjk

[IrisRavenstar]

Originally Posted by karmicresponse

Dear Iris: Thats a very good dream reality connection. Those departing the earth plane have historically been known to contact the survivors through a very curious set of circumstances such as you have described. Best Regards

Oh, thanks! Yes, I do get these kinds of things played out, even more so if it's a close family member, like my stepfather, who died almost two years ago. I had a huge number of dreams and synchronicities just prior to his death. It's almost like a game, like Spirit is saying not to take death so darned *seriously*! It's just a doorway, that's all!

[IrisRavenstar]

Originally Posted by Wolfjk

Hi,

Granny Smith?
Cheers Wolfjk

Nope, though my former Mother-in-Law swears those sour little green apples are responsible for her longevity... she's eaten one a day for years, and is now, I think, about ninety!